CONGRATULATIONS TO REBECCA SOLNIT

Last week, I went to hear Rebecca Solnit at the NYPL. I’d just started her new book, Call Them by Their True Names, which addresses, among other things, the dangerous euphemisms used by the powers that be to disempower, distort and completely misrepresent important words otherwise used to describe climate change, sexism, racism, etc. READ it and the rest of her work. She is a thoughtful, intelligent activist on the front lines of the information wars.

On Thursday, she was named one of the winners of the $50,000 Kirkus Prize.

SUNDAYS IN NEW YORK

WHO IS DIETER RAMS?

In the new documentary “Rams,” the legendary industrial designer indicts the world he helped create.

 

THE INTERMEDIATE CLASS | SAM ALLINGHAM

When Kiril arrived at Room 2C for the first time that Wednesday evening, he was surprised to hear a piano ringing out from behind the classroom wall. It was early summer, and the community center was almost empty; the children’s camp had been dismissed hours earlier, and in the silence the clustered chords seemed dense and significant, like church bells. He was already late, but he paused for a moment, listening. All day he’d debated backing out at the last minute, though the course was prepaid. Even now, his hand on the doorknob, he felt a slight urge to run. But the music was too intriguing. It drew him through the door.

Read the rest here.

LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA

The More Things Change, THE MORE THEY REMAIN THE SAME

Quiara Alegría Hudes’s 10 Favorite Books

MUST READ | The Case for Global Liberalism

The Designing of Book Covers has always fascinated me

Haruki Murakami

Liz Kuball | photograph

SUNDAYS IN NEW YORK

SANKOFA DANZAFRO

Tonight!

AS IMPERCEPTIBLY AS GRIEF

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last,
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

Emily Dickinson

Juana Olga Barrios | Domus, 2018

BLUETS | MAGGIE NELSON

Oh, Maggie Nelson, how I adore your searing brilliance. ♥

 

Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day’s mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.

I can remember a time when I took Henry James’s advice–‘try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost!’–deeply to heart. I think I was then imagining that the net effect of becoming one of those people would be one of accretion. Whereas if you truly become someone on whom nothing is lost, then loss will not be lost upon you, either.

At a job interview at a university, three men sitting across from me at a table. On my cv it says that I am currently working on a book about the color blue. I have been saying this for years without writing a word. It is, perhaps, my way of making my life feel “in progress” rather than a sleeve of ash falling off a lit cigarette.

ELEVEN 3/4

My monkey ♥

JANET MCTEER

First play of the season and off to an excellent start! McTeer is phenomenal as Sarah Bernhardt as she struggles to play Hamlet on stage in the mid-1800’s. Poignant treatise on gender politics, then and now.

FARMER’S MARKET | UNION SQUARE PARK

Oh, how I love Autumn in New York!